At this moment, Qingyao opened her red lips and smiled at Lan Yuan. Her laughter was clear and pleasant, as beautiful as the sound of a yellow oriole singing out of a valley.
Then, she stretched out her slender jade fingers and gently stroked Lan Yuan's knife-like face, and asked softly with a sweet breath, "What's wrong? Are you angry?"
However, Lan Yuan did not appreciate it at all. He suddenly stretched out his hand and shook Qingyao's hand away with force. At the same time, his face darkened and he said coldly: "Stay away from me!" His voice was low and powerful, as if it contained endless anger.
But when Qingyao saw this, she was not angry at all. Instead, she got out of bed slowly and put on her nightgown elegantly.
Then, she slowly turned around and looked at Lan Yuan with a loving gaze. Her eyes were like a pool of autumn water, shimmering and captivating. Suddenly, she floated in front of Lan Yuan like a light butterfly, slightly raised on tiptoes, and gently kissed Lan Yuan's sexy lips.
This sudden action made Lan Yuan's eyes widen instantly. Before he could react, Qingyao stood up and left quickly like a gust of wind.
Before leaving, she did not forget to look back and smile, and said to Lan Yuan coquettishly: "Oh, A Yuan is so charming when he is in love, but this skill... still needs more practice~ A Yuan, you don't need to thank me, goodbye!" After that, Qingyao twisted her slender waist and walked out of Lan Yuan's room gracefully, leaving a string of silver bell-like laughter echoing in the air.
Lan Yuan watched Qingyao leave happily, and especially when he heard what she said before she left about her poor skills, he couldn't help but feel angry.
He suddenly remembered that not long ago, when Xuan Yi returned from abroad, he had mentioned to him that Qing Yao had complained about his poor skills. Now, the same comment came from Qing Yao again, which made Lan Yuan couldn't help but have the same thought as Xuan Yi had at the time - he really wanted to strangle this ignorant woman to death with his own hands!
When Qingyao returned to her room, she saw Xuanyi sitting on her bed. Xuanyi looked up at Qingyao with red eyes and asked, "Did you go to Brother Jiu's room?"
Hearing this, Qingyao gracefully walked to Xuanyi, lifted his head, tilted her head and kissed him. Xuanyi replied: "Yes, your ninth brother's skills are as bad as yours!"
Xuan Yi's eyes turned red when he heard this. He picked up Qingyao and put her on the table. He lifted Qingyao's legs with both hands and clamped them around his waist. He put one hand on the back of Qingyao's head and pinched Qingyao's chin with the other hand and kissed her hard, murmuring, "Why? Can't you go and mess with those peach blossoms?" After that, he kissed Qingyao's lips hard.
Qingyao knew Xuanyi was sad, and she touched Xuanyi's head with a rare soft touch, giving him silent comfort. Xuanyi finally calmed down and looked up at Qingyao with grievance. Qingyao looked at this usually unruly man looking at her with grievance. Qingyao touched Xuanyi's head and said, "Don't be angry, I want to ask you for a favor!"
Xuan Yi immediately asked: "What favor? As long as it is something I can do, I will agree to whatever A Yao says."
Qingyao touched Xuanyi's face and said, "Yanqing's father is in a vegetative state. You are a genius in the brain field. I want you to help him see if his father can wake up."
Upon hearing this, Xuan Yi stared at Qing Yao and said, "Are you approaching me because of Yan Qing?"
Qingyao hadn't expected Xuanyi to be so clever, and to have figured out the key point right away. But she looked at Xuanyi, and she didn't dare tell him the truth. Xuanyi usually looked unruly, but he was actually very sensitive. She knew that if she told him, Xuanyi would definitely ignore her.
Then, Qingyao grabbed Xuanyi's waist, let him put his arms around her neck, leaned towards her, kissed Xuanyi on the lips and said: "Ayi, are you so unconfident about your charm? If it weren't for Ayi, why would I get close to you?" Then she ordered Xuanyi: "Kiss me."
Xuan Yi was stunned when he saw this. Qing Yao hugged Xuan Yi's neck tightly and pressed him towards her, then kissed Xuan Yi on the lips.
Xuan Yi raised his head, struggled to break free, looked up at Qing Yao and said, "Ayao, you'd better not lie to me."
Qingyao stood on the ground with an expressionless face, and then said to Xuanyi: "Since you don't believe it, then go away and don't come to me again." Then she prepared to lie down on the bed.
But she didn't expect Xuan Yi to grab her arms and throw Qingyao heavily onto the bed. Before Qingyao could react, Xuan Yi grabbed her legs and placed them on his waist and shoulders. Then Xuan Yi leaned over and bit Qingyao's neck hard.
Qingyao felt a sting, and then said in a soft voice: "Ayi, you hurt me."
Xuan Yi heard her coquettish words, but did not let go. Instead, he used more force. Qing Yao could not help but hum softly, and kept patting Xuan Yi's back with her hands.
After a while, Xuan Yi finally let go and looked at the obvious red mark on Qingyao's neck, with a trace of heartache and regret in his eyes.
Qingyao looked at him with tears in her eyes and said, "You are so cruel to me."
Xuan Yi gently stroked the red mark and said, "Ayao, I'm just afraid of losing you."
After hearing what he said, Yao reached out and hugged Xuan Yi, saying, "Ayi, don't think too much. I won't leave you."
Xuan Yi suddenly buried his head in Qingyao's swan-like slender white neck, greedily sniffing the faint fragrance emanating from her body, and murmured: "Ayao, I love you... I love you madly!" Before he finished speaking, he pulled hard with both hands, and instantly tore Qingyao's thin nightgown into pieces.
The tattered clothes fell to the ground like withered petals, revealing Qingyao's skin as smooth and delicate as white jade and her graceful and charming curves. The blood-pumping beauty before him made Xuanyi breathe faster, and his eyes seemed to burn with two blazing flames.
Immediately afterwards, Xuan Yi quickly stood up, quickly stripped off his pajamas, and then, like a lion in heat, pounced on Qingyao. He first gently kissed Qingyao's smooth forehead, feeling the slightly warm temperature; then, his lips slowly slid down Qingyao's cheek, like a gentle spring breeze blowing across a delicate flower; then moved to her beautiful, tightly closed eyes, gently sucking on her long eyelashes; then, down to her small, straight nose, he lightly touched the round and lovely tip of her nose with the tip of his tongue; finally, his lips heavily covered Qingyao's rosy, attractive lips, kissing her passionately and madly, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
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